The Sheep Goes Baa!

He could hear it. The battering of rams going head to head echoed in the Fjord. The star-marked male carefully picked his way alongside the river bank, taking a drink at one point before resuming his journey. He wanted to maybe try and get his paws on one of those rams...or even a ewe. Whichever was fine by him, but considering the slopes here were steep, he knew he wouldn't be able to do it himself. Continuing along the river, he spotted movement on the slopes above him, a handful of bighorn sheep watching him with a guarded eye, but didn't seem too worried by his presence. When he felt he made it to a spot where he could work and plan, he set about gathering a few things he would need. He hadn't decided yet if he was going to hunt one to kill, or keep alive and take it home.